Coincidence

Coincidence
That swift line cause
arranged in codes
built in procession of her stride
What lies deep down
that hidden state
where ocean guides
that rhythmic waves
Stern and outright
with her pace
swift and sleek
with her erupted stance
She brings termed memories
with her touch
to hold hands
with that unseen now
Slow tide words that flies to mate
The wondrous steps that halts in tune
The searching hearts that merge in fate
All wear their riddled clothes in space